Pet-Sick Panic
Eddy, the dog-walker, of Park Lane South, seems
the youngest guy to ever be followed with fervor
by a bunch of well-groomed, and well-fed puppies;
and does one not wonder how he manages them all?
He has been in the pet business for decades charging minimal fees,
and what a great service he provides for his customers he loves to please;
never did he lose any of them...his dealings are fair, kind and friendly
and considering the amount he handles, he must be a very smart guy!
Exactly at eight o' clock, he leaves his shop without a bite,
turning all responsibilities over to Debbie,
and he trusts her like she were close family;
don't trust and friendship go hand in hand as kid and kite?
By the way I've described him, you think everything goes smoothly?
No, by Heaven's sake he has his ups and downs constantly;
and when one of those hounds escapes from an unlocked cage...
you should see how he runs after him, feel his uncontrolled rage!
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